The Hour of the Donkey
“And after that He put His hands upon his eyes, and made him look up: and he was restored, and saw every man clearly— But the men he saw clearly were Germans.
Bastable closed his eyes again.
This was the reality. It was what had always been going to happen: what had happened since he had left the battalion had only delayed the inevitable. He had escaped the enemy once by the purest fluke, but his plans—his plans and Wimpy’s plans—for escaping them again … for crossing the line of march o...f a whole army as though it didn’t exist… had been innocent and childish to the point of idiocy. They had had as much real hope of success as two lambs from a scattered flock in the midst of a pack of wolves.
His head ached abominably. And his soul ached abominably too, with the humiliation and helplessness of failure and defeat and captivity. A tide of misery washed over him and pulled him down into darkness.
‘Are you all right, Captain?’ said Wimpy.MoreLess
Bastable closed his eyes again.
This was the reality. It was what had always been going to happen: what had happened since he had left the battalion had only delayed the inevitable. He had escaped the enemy once by the purest fluke, but his plans—his plans and Wimpy’s plans—for escaping them again … for crossing the line of march o...f a whole army as though it didn’t exist… had been innocent and childish to the point of idiocy. They had had as much real hope of success as two lambs from a scattered flock in the midst of a pack of wolves.
His head ached abominably. And his soul ached abominably too, with the humiliation and helplessness of failure and defeat and captivity. A tide of misery washed over him and pulled him down into darkness.
‘Are you all right, Captain?’ said Wimpy.MoreLess
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